In Frost Knife Valley, four figures were entangled and fighting, and the person surrounded was the Magic Flute.

The magic flute's temples were scattered and covered in scars. The three people surrounding him were Lingxuan, Qinghao, and Nighthawk.

Lingxuan shouted: "Demon Di, you can surrender! Tell us the whereabouts of the Demon Lord and Miss Yue, and I will spare your life."

Mo Di sneered: "Lingxuan, you don't have to think about it anymore. Mo Xian is dead. I am the only heir to the demon monarch. Do you have the courage to kill me?

Ling Xuan was furious and cursed: "Demon Di, you are a despicable beast who rebels and kills the king. The crime is unforgivable. Don't say that the Demon Lord will be safe and sound. Even if the Demon Lord really has an accident, the Demon Lord will never regard a traitor like you, a traitor who is heartless and tragic."

Nighthawk looked at the magic flute coldly and said with a slight gaze: "Divine flute, you don't have to delay time anymore. No matter how cunning you are, you can't escape."

The magic flute looked at Nighthawk and said sarcastically: "Nighthawk, you can take advantage of the situation to rob. I didn't expect that the Wolf King had a person like you under his command.

I'm very curious. When Moxian is there, you said that the one you are loyal to Moxian. Moxian is not here now. Who are you loyal to?"

Nighthawk replied coldly: "The Demon Lord is not here, and it is him who is loyal to Nighthawk. As for you, you are stubborn, please take the call!"

Nighthawk's body rose up from the ground and swooped down towards the Magic Flute. A black giant sword appeared in his hand. The sword was Chengying, and with the dark pressure, it roared towards the Magic Flute.

Magic Di's eyes narrowed, and he was secretly surprised. The Nighthawk's combat power was so powerful. If you fight alone, you should be the same as him.

In other words, Nighthawk's combat power is comparable to that of the patriarch of the demon clan. Such a person is willing to be an ordinary general under the throne of the wolf, which is really confusing.

Before he could think about it, he raised Qing Ming and went up to him. The two of them had equal combat power and both fought to each other. For a moment, sand and stones flew away. Lingxuan couldn't even insert the combat power of the two of them.

He had to rush to the side with Qinghao, looking for air strikes, and supporting Nighthawk. After a long battle, the magic flute began to lose strength. After a long time, his physical strength began to fail. His moves gradually slowed down, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Nighthawk's mouth.

Without any hesitation, he raised his left hand and shot light and shadow at the magic flute.

The magic flute was shocked and sacrificed Qingming, desperately resisting, and the sound of tingling ginger was endless. The blocked silver needle was projected onto the ground, causing sparks, and the ground shot into it was immediately black.

Magic Di's face turned pale and said angrily: "Nighthawk, you are so vicious and unruly. You are trying to kill me with such a vicious hidden weapon?"

As soon as these words were spoken, even Ling Xuan and Qing Hao were shocked, and their faces looked a little ugly. No matter what, Mo Di is also Mo Xian's younger brother, and even if he wants to deal with it, Mo Xian himself should decide.

Mo Xian's life and death are uncertain. The Nighthawk is so cruel. If he really kills him, Mo Xian will come back in the future. How should he explain to him?

Qinghao and Lingxuan looked at each other, especially Qinghao, Modi and his Hydra clan have always been close to each other. They also grew up with his son Qingluo and were as close as brothers.

He really didn't want to see the Demon Die at Nighthawk's hands. He cleared his throat and was a little dissatisfied and said loudly: "Brother Nighthawk, although this Demon Die is extremely guilty, he is the Demon Lord's younger brother after all. How to deal with it needs to be discussed again.

Brother Nighthawk should not be indignant for a moment and take his life. If the Demon Lord comes back and pursues it, it is difficult for me to explain."

Nighthawk laughed: "Thank you, the clan leader Qinghao, for reminding me, but Nighthawk has always been stupid and only knows how to obey the Demon Lord's orders, and does not know that there are other ways to adapt.

When the Demon Lord comes back, if he punishes Nighthawk for his righteous indignation, Nighthawk is willing to bear the blame with all his strength and will never implicate the clan leader.

But the life and death of the Demon Lord and Miss Yue are uncertain, which has a lot to do with the Demon Flute. If the three of us don’t work together to take him down, the more dangerous the Demon Lord and Miss Yue will be.

My educated youth, the leader of the Hao clan, is kind-hearted, but he also needs to know the priorities. If I remember correctly, this magic flute can escape from the leader Lu Sheng so easily.

It is not related to the snake venom of the Hydra clan! In the future, the Demon Lord really wants to pursue it, I am afraid that the clan leader should be the one who takes the responsibility!

The leader of the clan, Ye Ying said something, and he still needs to remind the clan leader that if the clan leader does not bravely capture the enemy, how should the Demon Lord feel in the future?"

When Qinghao heard this, his face looked very ugly. He sighed and killed someone to kill him. This Nighthawk was so smart and had an insight into all his situation.

He would be suspected of colluding with the enemy and rebel clan again. Ling Xuan looked at Yan Qinghao and nodded. Qinghao pulled out the Green Snake Sword, the sword light was green, and rushed up with the Magic Flu, and surrounded the Magic Flu.

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Magic Di stopped talking and was on guard. In the end, he was outnumbered. He staggered and was kicked by Nighthawk in the chest and fell to the ground. Qinghao followed, and the Green Snake Sword was placed on Magic Di's neck.

The magic flu looked at Qinghao and was about to resist. Qinghao's eyes were deep, and he looked at him and shook his head.

The magic flu sighed and closed his eyes and surrendered.

One day and one night, the magic flute was covered with whip marks in the Demon Clan prison, but it did not say anything.

Lingxuan looked at him and had no choice but to grow up together, he and Mo Di and Mo Xian always grew up together.

Even if he and Mo Xian have always been kind, Lingxuan has always been kind and he really can't do it if he wants him to attack Mo Di.

Seeing the magic flute being soft and hard, he was furious, but had no choice but to do anything.

He had to yell and curse: "Mao Di, you are extremely hateful! Even if Mo Xian has a rift with you, no matter what, he is your brother.

You should come quickly and take the real trick. What happened to you and Miss Yue? As long as you come, I will definitely plead with my aunt and the elders and let them spare your life."

The Magic Diary turned a deaf ear and simply closed her eyes and said nothing. Ling Xuan was extremely anxious and became more and more furious. His level was only at the level of whip of the Magic Diary. This punishment was not taken seriously to the arrogant wolf king like the Magic Diary.

He can't do it, and other members of the demon clan cannot do it. After all, Mo Di has a special identity. Not only Mo Xian's younger brother, but also the leader of the clan. If this is not done well, it will also cause the wolf clan to resist.

Just when Lingxuan was helpless, the sarcastic voice of nighthawks sounded outside the cell.

He only heard him sneer: "Lord Lingxuan, known as the first military advisor of the Demon Clan, I have been ordered by the eldest princess to come and see. What news has Lord Lingxuan asked about? Does Lord Lingxuan know about the whereabouts of the Demon Lord?"

Lingxuan was angry and anxious, and his face was flushed by Ye Ying's choking, so he had to retort: ​​"Mr. Ye Ying actually came with the order of the eldest princess, and I think he was confident.

Since Lord Nighthawk has recommended himself, what kind of wonderful methods are there? You might as well use them to let Lingxuan see Lord Nighthawk's methods."

Nighthawk appeared in front of Lingxuan, with a cold face and a smile: "I am so sorry to Lord Lingxuan, Nighthawk is really sorry.

But he was in a hurry to follow the power, and Ye Ying was worried about the safety of the Demon Lord, so he naturally didn't care about these many etiquettes and took it as his own.

Please come back, Lord Lingxuan! When Ye Ying asks for the news, he will naturally report back to him as soon as possible.”

Ling Xuan was furious and asked, "What do you mean is to interrogate the Magic Diary alone?"

Nighthawk replied: "This is not what I mean, it is the big princess. The big princess Zhilingxuan is kind. You are here, Nighthawk cannot perform well. Lord Lingxuan, please!"

Lingxuan stomped his feet and knew that what he said was not false. His aunt was worried about Mo Qian and hated Mo Fei. Naturally, she trusted Nighthawk and wanted to take extraordinary measures against Mo Fei.

Lingxuan had no choice but to leave. He was worried after leaving.

He said to Nighthawk: "Nighthawk, everything is appropriate. After all, he is the younger brother of the Demon Lord and the patriarch of the Wolf clan."

As if the night eagle had not heard of it and had no response, Ling Xuan sighed and had to leave.

Magic Di opens her eyes, looks at Nighthawk, and says, "I'm curious, how can you be confident, and believe that my Magic Die will definitely eat your set and tell you the whereabouts of Magic String."

Nighthawk gently stroked the torture instruments on the torture table and smiled and said, "Because I know you better than Lingxuan, what you are afraid of is not the things in front of you."

Magic Di laughed and said, "Oh! Let's talk about it, Nighthawk, do you know? From the first meeting of you, I knew that you came to the Demon Clan and had bad intentions.

So, don't tell me anything you like Jinse, I won't believe a word you said."

Nighthawk smiled very well and said softly: "Magic flute, to a certain extent, I not only hate you, but also like you very much.

You and I are both the same type of people, but when you pick the wrong one, you pick the wrong one."

Magic Di's eyes turned cold, stared at Nighthawk and said, "I'm sure I'm not wrong with you, say it! What do you want to know from me?"

Nighthawk clapped his palms and praised: "It's refreshing! Magic Flute, you are so smart, I believe that the transaction between us will be smoother."

Magic Di twisted his neck and said, "Trade? You are so sure, I will definitely trade with you."
Chapter completed!